Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.